Gwynbleidd Amaranthine 1. Nostalgia As in a dream I traveled back, to times lost, places remembered. And with me I took all that is "I". And once there, I held still in the moment, aware that again it would be gone. Gone are the days, echoes in memory. Sweet befallings of my mindless flaw lived on. Together we ran away, abandoned reason for hope, and left behind our essence. Lost it all, and for what? Alas, on wings of hope, were we to meet at the end of roads? To what the facade dressed in strokes of mocking void left me dreaming for? The past comes alive and clear with awarness. Trees bare green around the senile court. Awaken to the kind of dandelion youth others have only dreamt about. To hold it still! The countless times I've reached and failed, for what - you cannot see. Seductive cult of yearning blindly leads me still - away! Blessed with the notion of past no more, we blundered on without cause. The mist, once everfallen - forever exiled the most cherished thoughts... 2. New Setting with solemn gaze towards the far gathering remnants of vibrant unease the sun inert, behind a sullen fog and still towards eastern shore the time begone became my northern star like so many times before into primeval with disquiet at hand the sole ward laden by avowal and this eve's contrieriety manifest there alive by midnight wild the weary guard watches gathering around as winds dance upon the nest again see me in the summer night among the ones who knew my tale know me still for i am returned to where i dwell brought upon the summit of hope where tracks blend with echoes of the past the blooming flora I've come to cherish extends its fearful hand how weak my voice among the winds of time how small my stance, against collosal trends how feeble my hope in the hands of the maker (and) how misguided my reason to beg for this - a new setting And there at the solstice of this animation to disperse back into the void... 3. The Awakening Awake! To ancient ways, where truth prevails! [spoken voices, shimmer] search within yourself borne of current age of desacration a realm of men exists against the natural ways archaic truths come tonight absolve us of fabled axioms from now on let there rule the light of old let runes burn among the men who never knew the value of blood show thyself dressed in sins of old in these words I see the way to reach for wisdom of the ages through these words i walk the paths those our forefathers hailed 4. Lure Of The Land [spoken:] in lands prisitine you'll find that which possesses the weak of mind throughout our feeble domain the human transgretions of waste and decay the stains of blood have marked our way ambitions surpassed by ever greater "deeds" inside of every man's heart could lie the seeds of temperance instead, the mongers amass in endless procession with steel and seal it calls! ingrained in our creed disease of possession regression through need in lands prisitine you'll find that which possesses the weak of mind with gaze and glare and lured within, one blinding faith they follow the dreams of unposessed repressing ancient values and when hearts fail, forgotten of need throw down the shackles - humanity's greed! seek out the essence that's left to us pure abandon on claims, surrender land's lure Jakub Kupiszewski ‒ Bass Adam Romanowski ‒ Drums Maciej Kupiszewski ‒ Guitars, Vocals Michal Kacunel ‒ Guitars, Vocals